DON’T MOCK A MAN IN A DRY SEASON

Don’t laugh at a man just because he’s broke.
Don’t despise him because his hands are empty.
Don’t assume God has left him just because his pockets are quiet.
Every dry season is a setup for supernatural rain.

Before you talk about him, pray for him.
Before you walk past him, remember this: every giant was once a shepherd.
God hides His greatest vessels in silent places before He reveals them with fire.

You don’t know what oil he carries.
You don’t know what throne is tied to his name.
You don’t know what prophecy is waiting for his yes.

Today he may be walking, but tomorrow he will own the chariot.
Today he may be begging, but tomorrow he will be blessing nations.
Don’t be the one who mocked what God was molding.

Respect the process.
Honor the silence.
Celebrate the rising even before it comes.

Because when God finishes with him, he will be unrecognizable.

I don’t mock dry men. I speak to their rain. I don’t despise the becoming. I recognize destiny in disguise.